Page 110 of My Favorite Kidnapper

He was struggling. I could see it. He had no idea how to cope with everything. That was what I’d counted on. The reason I’d come.

“I will. I’ll try, Bee. But I need you to help me.”

“I will. I’m not leaving. No matter what you do.”

He shook his head and kissed me. “Good. Now, where is my cat?”

“They wouldn’t let me bring her on the plane. I wasn’t sure how she’d react to being under it. Carolina is keeping her.”

“We’ll go get her next week. We can get your stuff, and I’m going to marry you.”

“I don’t recall you asking.”

“I’m not asking. I’m telling you. Next week, we’re getting married.”

“What if I want to get married here?”

“We can do that too. But I want Paolo there. We’ll get married at his house.”

“Is this how it’s going to be now? You giving orders and me just going along?”

He laughed. “I doubt it, but I’m going to try.”

“If you marry me, you can’t send me away again.”

“I’m never letting you go. I had to protect you, and it was the only way I knew how.”

“I’m safer when I’m with you. It’s the safest place in the world.”

“I know.”

Our eyes met and held. The space around us grew hotter, the air pulsating between us. The desire only Dante could make me feel rose and twisted through my body. He was waiting. Wanting me to direct him. I lifted my hand, tracing the lobe of his ear. He shivered at my touch.

“You going to do it, Dante?”

“Do it?” he repeated, his voice low.

I smiled and let my arms fall over my head. “Go on, old man. Fuck me.”

With a roar, he was on me. His body pressing mine into the mattress. He covered my mouth, kissing me, the action almost bruising in its intensity. He dominated the kiss, ravishing my mouth and my neck with his tongue, lips, and teeth. He muttered and cursed, yanking off my clothes, tearing at his own until we were skin to skin, my soft melting into his hard, his erection pressed between us. He lavished my body with kisses, praises, and caresses. Everywhere he touched left a trail of fire that made me want more. Need closer, beg louder.

When he slammed into me, I swore I saw stars. He rode me like a stallion, hard and fast, not giving an inch. Taking everything I had. Claiming every inch of me. The headboard slammed into the wall over and over, the noise loud. I knocked the lamp off the bedside table, trying to find purchase somewhere. He gripped the pillow so hard, it tore, the material rending like a broken zipper. I was certain the glass in the windows rattled. Finally, I succumbed to the fire building inside, and I came around him, crying and sobbing his name.

He held me tight, groaning through his release. Trembling and spasming until the pleasure passed. Even then, he kept me close, lying down and pulling me to his chest.

“You’ll be here when I wake up,” he instructed. “We’re going to do that again.”

I was too exhausted to argue. I wasn’t sure I would survive another go-round with him.

“Not sure that is good for your heart. We shouldn’t test it,” I said primly.

He grinned against my head. “I missed your sass.”

“I missed you.”

He tilted up my chin, his focus intent on me. “I’m sorry, Little Bee.”

“I know.”